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Remembrance Day 2016

remembranceI’ve seen a lot of war memorials in my time, from the USS Arizona at Pearl Harbor to the Eternal Flame over the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at the Arc de Triomphe.  They’re all very much the same – structures cut out of quiet stone, asking us politely not to forget.  In Great Britain, every crossroads with a church and a pub has a cenotaph to World War I because that’s where those boys came from.  In France, there are rows and rows and rows of white gravestones because that’s where they ended up.  If you’ve ever seen them, you can never forget.

One hot summer day when I was a young man, I paused in front of the World War I cenotaph in Hedley, British Columbia.  It’s a single grey obelisk about two metres high.  I’d seen it many times before but never bothered to stop.  On that day in the glorious sunshine, its weathered grey was bright and warm and dry. There was no breeze in the drowsy afternoon, and no sound, just settling puffs of dust at my boot heels.  No one was there but me.  There were six or eight or maybe even ten names etched at the base (Hedley wasn’t a very big town in 1918.)  I touched the stone where the names were cut and read them to myself.  These were men (boys?) my age — sons and brothers.  They had looked at the same mountains I saw that day; saw the same creek wandering down to the Similkameen River.  They’d played games on that street, ran and laughed and learned how to talk to girls.  They were in their time what I was in mine — young and strong and full of the beauty of  the world.

Every year on November 11th, Remembrance Day, we pause for a moment and try, in silence, to touch names cut into stone.  And every year, I remember that I’ve forgotten the ones I held in my hand.

(Original version published in 2011)

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5 comments on “Remembrance Day 2016

  1. Rob Alberts
    November 11, 2016

    By remenbering the boys and men we should know never to fight a War again ….
    Still to many are running away from War.
    Will we ever learn?
    Or did they die voor no reason.

    I have seen some graveyards, I have seen some memorial stones.
    Still I do not understand why we fight Wars …..

    Hope many will read your blogpost!

    Kind regards,

    • wdfyfe
      November 11, 2016

      I do’t understand either my friend. Cheers

  2. ajmacdonaldjr
    November 11, 2016

    My Dad and my Uncle were in World War One https://youtu.be/yPyNod6qsxY

  3. Claudette
    November 11, 2016

    Just remembering that you can’t remember means that they have touched you, and that it changed you.

  4. Joe
    November 18, 2016

    Moving personal tribute.

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